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Post by callie on Feb 25, 2011 20:44:47 GMT -8
| Her heart sank, she had missed it by that much. Not even the length of a cat's tail. She sighed, knowing again that she would not be brining a rabbit back to camp. Her yellow eyes glittered with anxiety, she knew this wouldn't help ehr case. It seemed her parents were already quite upset with her for some reason.
She sulked as she padded back to camp. Usually she would take this time to enjoy the scenery. She would be optimisitc, hoping and wishing for the new day to rise. Yet, today was different. She didn't wish for tomorrow to come, she just wanted to restart this one and try again. The whole day had just been many messups and embarrasments for her.
She had already been mistakened for her mother by her apprentice, and many of the other warriors mocked her for the rest of the morning. And, she hadn't been able to catch even the tiniest amount of prey. Thinking, not looking, was what she was doing on the walk back.
If Dawnheart had still only been an apprentice, her sister would be here to comfort her. Yet her sister had been killed by a fox. And Dawnheart felt remorse, as she had done nothing to even try and help. "Stormpaw i'm still so sorry.." she only could hope that her sister would hear her, even if she was in StarClan.
She stopped. A rustling in the bushes startled her. It sounded to big of a rustle to be prey, adn she worried that it was another cat. She ran, darted off towardss the camp. And she arrived panting, only to be laughed at. She questioned them, what was so funny? She turned, and their chuckles hardened and grew faster. What the?
It hit her when she sat down. A sharp pain bit into her undersside, and she flew back up to her. Thorns covered her tail and some of the fur on her belly, back, butt. Whhy could'n't have someone just told her? Sighing, she tried to pull them out. "BOO!" She jumped high, and felt her fur prickling out. She landed and hissed, only to find the one that had firghtened her to be her brother. Laughing, he stalked away to the warriors den, and many followed his lead. One day, one day, she would get him back for this.
So in pure embarassment and fright she started to pick the thorns out of her black pelt one by one, wncing in pain as she did so. What happened today sure wouldn't help her find a mate. She really wanted to start a family of her own. It was time, and she knew that. Hoping and wishing, she wished for two things. One, for a mate, and two, a very simple wish, that someone would come comfort her.
ooc- yeah, i know this is horrible. first post woot!
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Post by Kathryn on Feb 26, 2011 6:14:20 GMT -8
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Laughter rung in her ears, waking Spiritguide from her sleep beside Dewfeather, who was her best friend; the cat she thought of like a sister. Listening to the mocking tone in the voices of cats in the distance, Spiritguide pushed herself up, her ears tuning into what was occurring outside. The scent of blood and one Warrior made it all clear, but to her soft sadness; it was Dawnheart being laughed at, not the cats laughing at something. Carefully, she walked through the tunnels, weaving in and out of the Warriors that moved past her in the dens, following the fresh air that drifted into the underground passage, and headed out into her own eternal night. Spiritguide was blind, and though she was also young, she was very wise. Her deep blue irises provided hope for all cats, no matter what the situation, or what had happened. Even so, she knew that Dawnheart had a long way to go; a long way to journey before she would finally feel comfortable. It didn’t help that she was constantly being used as the Clan’s laughing stock. It wasn’t fair on the she-cat, who she couldn’t see, nor was it a right that the Clan had been given.
Emerging from the dark tunnels, she walked into the black day, which had neither light nor shade for her beautiful eyes. Softly, she blinked, and then gracefully made her way over to the ebony she-cat. The wisps of fur over her sightless eyes blew gently in the wind, and she carefully reached down to scent the place where the thorns had been. Now she understood, and it wasn’t acceptable for a cat to be laughed at in that situation. It wasn’t funny; it was cruelty. At that time though, Spiritguide wasn’t sure of what she could say to the she-cat to alleviate her sadness or embarrassment, so she quickly turned and fetched some Coptis and Eucalyptus leaves from the Medicine Cat’s Den and returned to Dawnheart to prepare them for use on her thorn scratches.
“Your path is filled with many obstacles, Dawnheart,” Spiritguide said softly, her paws kneading gently at the leaves as she chewed on the ends. “You must not listen to the laughter of others, for that will fill you with anger and fear.” The she-cat said, her voice sounded peaceful. Long had Spiritguide been one with herself, but even with that in mind, Dawnheart was not at one with herself, and she needed to be shown how. “Allowing yourself to be led by your anger and contempt for another is dangerous. You feel it, don’t you? The desire to obtain your vengeance on your Clanmates,” she paused, straightening up to help relieve the black she-cat of her problem. The thing that was bad was that if any one of those Clanmates had sat on thorns and been laughed at, they wouldn’t have appreciated it either. “Tells me that you are uncomfortable with yourself, and that your heart is not at peace; and that is affecting your life. Your actions and emotions are hesitant and conflicting with each other.” Spiritguide gently pressed the herbs against the thorns, which knocked them out and would numb the pain, as well as prevent infection.
“I can help you to find yourself.” The she-cat murmured, lifting her paw off of the ground to hold the herbs there, “And help you to understand that you don’t need eyes to see, or a nose to understand the world around you. All you need is your heart, and that will give you the strength you need.” And without even turning her head, she used her tail to sweep the thorns into a hole and cover it with dust. There was a strange sense of confidence in her movements there, almost as if she could see that the thorns that had been there, even without the use of vision. She hoped that Dawnheart would understand; that she would accept the guidance that Spiritguide was offering her, and that she wouldn’t be angry anymore.
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Post by callie on Feb 26, 2011 18:49:47 GMT -8
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Dawnheart knew that Spiritguide would have words of relief for the young she-cat. Which was definetly the case. After listening to Spiritguide's soft voice, Dawnheart felt much better. "I would indeed enjoy that help Spiritguidde, and I know that you of all cats in this clan can definetly help me with that.
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[/color]" How was Spiritguide so wise? Hopefully, Spiritguide's help would help Dawnheart with her embarassment problems. She seemed to always be getting herself laughed at. Why? Not even she knew. But maybe Spirirtguide did. DoingSpeakingThinking"Your cat talking"is it the look in your eyes? or is it this dancing juice? who cares baby! [/font][/size] [/size][/blockquote][/td][/tr][/table]
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Post by Juniper on Mar 3, 2011 22:43:20 GMT -8
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The overwhelming stench of crowfood strangled the ginger apprentice, blocking out his sinuses completely. He choked and nearly coughed up his noon meal. But he willed himself to complete his menial apprentice’s task. Not daring to breathe, he edged closer to the rotting flesh of the raven and clamped shaking jaws onto the dead catch. He eased sharp fangs into the feathers to get a good grip on the bird. His eyes swam with tears of revoltion as he hauled the crowfood out of camp. His heavy paws thudded across the dirt path of the camp’s labyrinthine passageways. He moved backwards, planting his hind legs firmly with each step to allow himself more purchase. He staggered under the weight of the black bird as he went.
Then, another figure plowed right into him, cruel and mocking laughter ringing in his ears. Startled, Weedpaw whirled around, casting the dead raven away from him. Whoever had crashed into him darted off. Irritation swept through his brain as he grumbled about stupid cats not looking where they were going. He sighed and spat a mouthful of somewhat tainted saliva. The raven was indeed fit only as crowfood but it wasn’t bad enough to kill him. Still, he decided to just roll it along with one paw. He was also careful to let only his claws handle the corpse; they were at least easier to wash off, for the matted blood always stuck to his fur.
Weedpaw pushed the raven in front of him as he walked, ignoring the sight of his Clanmates drawing back as if he were some rabid creature. How he longed to be among them, safely apart from his disgusting package. A faint yelping distracted his brooding thoughts. His convulsing amber eyes paused to glance up. Ahead of him crouched a sooty dark figure who seemed completely absorbed with her tail. Weedpaw blinked in confusion. This wasn’t normal behavior for a she-cat. Abandoning his baggage, he edged closer. A pallid Warrior strode up to meet the first, her long fur ruffled by her almost languid movements. Her expression was soft as she stared at the pure black she-cat with a mingling sense of pity, sympathy, and compassion. Murmurs of words floated back. From what he could piece out, the ivory Warrior was counseling the darker one on not listening to the jeers and scorn of her peers. A closer examination revealed the two to be Dawnheart and Spiritguide once he was within closer range.
“Hi there,” he greeted the two as was customary for him. He nodded and drew ever nearer. His curious glance swept from Dawnheart to Spiritguide, inquisitive as ever. He watched the two exchange solemn glances, his heart thudding with a strange sensation of anxiety. Instinctively, he stared back behind him, wondering if whoever bumped into him was somehow connected to this. It made sense; after all, the other cat had been traveling away from this location. He trained his amber gaze back onto the two beautiful females. “Sooo… Anything I can do to help?” he offered brightly, hoping to ease up the tense atmosphere.
The golden apprentice gave Dawnheart a soft look of pity. It was well known in the Clan that she was often picked on by the other cats for whatever reason StarClan only knew. She was carefully prying thorns from her fur. Although she made no sound, it was obvious the prickling thorns pained her for she winced often. Spiritguide seemed to be comforting her so Weedpaw felt he needed to do likewise. Awkwardly, he approached and reached out a paw to help, only to remember his paw was filthy with crowfood muck. He hastened to a nearby crevice where some melted ice had pooled into fresh water. He dunked his paws into this, splashing water onto his oily fur. Once he was satisfied he was clean, he re-approached the two Warriors and bent over to assist the shadowy pelted she-cat.
“Weedpaw speaks” Weedpaw actually thinks (rare) Weedpaw does (usually before thinking)
Word Count 659 Tags Dawnheart and Spiritguide OoC Poor thing…
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